My professor just showed us this Slate.com cartoon page, and I love it. Now if it could only help me find a DAMNED METAPHOR to analyze. Geez. I can't think of one. My Language and Politics class is really hard. My professor is so freaking smart that all of my ideas sound stupid when I'm proposing them. The metaphor I proposed to analyze wasn't even a metaphor. Flipping. Idiot.
I wrote a whole awesome (to me, anyway. God, what an ego.) post last night about music and my computer crashed, so I'm really bitter right now. I may try to write it again later. Maybe. Gosh. I'm so pissed. Long story short: Check out The Wreckers. I think Gnarls Barkley is way overrated. Listen to Chuck Brown. The Dixie Chicks have a new blogger and its not me. Where is the justice? I played "Standing in the Need of Prayer" in my piano class today. Would you like to come to my final recital?
Otherwise, it is Thursday. My lunch was unsatisfying. I hate when my lunch is unsatisfying - especially REALLY unsatisfying. This has been a "hurry up and wait" kind of week. I thought I had a sweet freelance reporting gig lined up for the weekend, but it turns out that I don't. I can't seem to figure out a reasonable plane ticket to California. Things are just...weird.
Overheard on campus yesterday: "Dude, you're ASIAN. You're SUPPOSED to be in credit English." What?
Today was my dad's birthday, and my uncle and his wife and my sister and her boyfriend came over. We had pizza and beer and then cake and talked about our upcoming "family" summer vacation, and reminisced about summers in Jersey when I was a kid. It was awesome. Those summers were awesome. We talked about going back up for a long weekend, all of us - and that would be the happiest thing ever, I swear. Hanging out and talking about it tonight both was itself and reminded me of everything good about family, and although sometimes it scares me to think that I won't have one (exceedingly possible given my age, seemingly bizarre taste in men, and the fact that I've got only one sibling. So when you grew up in one like I did, it's a kind of scary proposition. Just the facts, ma'am. Can't help it.) these moments make me feel like that kind of foundation could carry me through regardless, just because I'll never lose them. Thank God for them. We're going to play a lot of Scattergories this year, it's been promised. I am so excited to be there.
Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan are fighting, and I just don't know how I can go on.























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